I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops!
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell
Is this?
I gets up quick
This is my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin
Then proceed to walkin
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the sixteenth floo
Check it
I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
B***h, is you creepin or speakin?
He tells me C-Rock just got it up at the beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful
Is he in critical?
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
Cuz I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done ****ed the Pop
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock
Somebody's gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mix, b***h
Somebody's gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mix, b***h
Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mix, b***h
Somebody's gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mix, b***h
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down